“Oh, um, well, I want to learn self-defense moves. So, I was wondering if you know of somewhere I can take lessons. I don’t want to find myself in any similar position to where I was before,” I tell him, ready to run and hide from him.
“Yeah. I know where you can learn. Go get changed into something different and meet me in the basement. The door leadin’ down there is right off the kitchen,” Killer tells me, disappearing toward his own bedroom.
I have no clue what the hell Killer is thinking. I’ve never been down in the basement, so I don’t know what’s down there. At this point, I’m not sure if he’s calling someone in to help me learn, or what’s happening right now. But, standing here in the middle of the living room looking around like an idiot isn’t going to get me any answers either. I hustle to my room and grab a pair of leggings I work out in and a sports bra with a long tank top. The holes on the tank top are much longer than a normal one so it shows off my sides. And the scars I usually keep hidden under my clothes.
Scars cover most of my body from the beatings I’d receive as my punishments. I’ve got scars from where cuts were sliced into my skin, belt buckles busted my skin open, whips lashed out at my skin, and any other torture they could think of to inflict on me. There have been broken bones from steel pipes landing against my bones. Those were always set by a doctor on my father’s payroll, and then I hoped my body healed them correctly. Especially since one of the henchmen usually set them and they couldn’t give two shits about helping me and making sure I was okay. They only cared about pleasing my father, so they didn’t end up in a shallow grave themselves somewhere.
After getting dressed, I toss my hair up in a messy bun so it’s out of the way. Leaving my room, I make my way out to the kitchen so I can find this door leading to a basement. Killer left it open, so I’d know where I’m going. I walk down the stairs to find a gym to rival a lot of the gyms I’ve seen on TV in shows. Hell, it almost rivals the gym at the clubhouse I’ve seen as the guys walk in and out for their workouts.
Killer is standing in the middle of the room, laying mats out. The middle of the room is completely void of any equipment. Around the outside of the room are different machines I don’t have the slightest clue what they do. There are two weight benches, a treadmill, and a bike around the outside of the room. I may have to come down here for use of the bike and treadmill. If I knew these were down here, and Killer didn’t mind, I’d probably already have been down here working out while he’s out and about.
I stare at him as he keeps his back toward me. Killer’s wearing a pair of black basketball shorts with a dark grey tee-shirt. As always, his black bandana is tied around his head to keep his hair out of his face. It’s not as long now since he cut it on the last run he was on, but still looks amazing on him. The muscles in his calves and arms move and flex as he lays the mats down and shifts them to where he wants them.
Pulling myself from the trance, I start to make my way further into the home gym Killer’s made for himself. He turns around once he senses me walking up closer to him. If he feels me half as much as I do him, this is going to be insane. Whenever Killer walks into the same room as me, looks at me, or anything, I feel him. It’s been this way since I came to Benton Falls. I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
“You ready to learn some moves?” Killer asks as I continue to walk in the room.
“Yeah. Who’s gonna teach me?” I question him in response as I look around but don’t see anyone else here.
“I am.”
My mouth drops open as I look at the man in front of me. He’s dead serious as he stands there, staring at me. Killer is waiting for me to make the next move. I’m either going to run from the room or I’ll let him teach me what I long to know. After thinking about things for a minute, I make my way over to him.
“Get your ass on the mat. We’re gonna stretch out before we do anythin’. Then, I’ll walk you through three different moves tonight. The next time we come down here, we’ll go over those and I’ll teach you some different ones. When we’re in here, you’ll do as I say without fail. Do you understand me?” he demands, his voice low and husky as I continue to stare at him.
This is definitely a side of Killer I’ve never seen before. He’s domineering and butterflies erupt in my belly at what’s about to happen. I’m not afraid of Killer; he’d never hurt me intentionally. At least physically. This is the first time I’ll be up close and personal with Killer like this. Even though he’s teaching me how to save myself, we’ll be right on top of one another.
We get down on the mats and Killer and I stretch out. After we’re done stretching, he helps me from my feet. Before he teaches me a damn thing, Killer has to go and make my panties wet. He reaches behind his head with one hand, pulling the shirt from his body. My mouth waters at the sight of his abs, muscles, and tattoos. Killer’s muscles ripple as he tosses his shirt to the side before coming to stand right in front of me.
“The first move, I’m goin’ to come up behind you and wrap my arm around your neck. I want to see what you’d do to break the hold,” he informs me, turning me by the shoulders so I’m facing the wall in front of me.
I wipe my palms on my leggings in an attempt of ridding myself of the sweat lingering there. Killer doesn’t give anything away as his arm is suddenly around my neck. He’s left room for me to breathe, but not much. His hard, chiseled chest is pressed up against my back and the lower half of his body is aligned with my own. I can feel the hard outline of his cock. Yeah, there’s no way in hell the monster he’s hiding will fit in my body.
“Sparrow, you okay?” he asks when I’ve taken too long, simply enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against my own.
“Oh, um, yeah,” I respond after clearing my throat and shaking the thoughts of sex with Killer from my mind.
Thinking about the situation I currently find myself in, I reach up with both my hands in an attempt to break the hold he has around my neck. Killer traps one of my hands under his own with a slight adjustment before grabbing my other one with his loose hand. Now I have nothing to use against him. I shake my head in defeat.
“Don’t beat yourself up over this. I told you I wanted to see what you’d do,” Killer says, releasing me before running his hands up and down my arms.
The next few minutes he goes over what he wants me to do. It takes me a few tries, but I eventually understand what he wants from me and break free of him. We spend the next hour and a half working together on the three moves he wants me to learn today. By the time we’re done, each of us are covered in sweat, our hair looks as if we’ve been doing something we shouldn’t be doing, and I’ve lost my tank top. I’d love to lose the leggings I’m wearing too because I’m overheating so bad.
“Well, thank you for the lesson. I’ll keep going over the moves until we can work again,” I let him know as I bend over to grab my shirt from the floor.
Killer places a hand on my hip before I can stand up again. His body heat consumes me as I stand straight up and press my ass into his body. A tremor runs through me at the closeness of him to me. It’s not something that goes unnoticed by Killer based on the smirk once again gracing his face. He leaves his hand on my hip as we make our way up the stairs and into the kitchen. I break free from his grip to grab bottled water from the fridge, offering him one. When I have mine in hand, I turn and head to the bathroom so I can take a shower and head to bed. It’s been a long day.